Introducing: Piglette, the Pigella doll.
A Mominette AU supplemental.
Rose hadn’t really wanted her friends to know exactly what was wrong- she herself wasn’t really sure, as the doctors didn’t actually see anything new on the scans and X-rays, and only her previous history kept the doctors from labeling her a hyprochrondriac- and thankfully they all had accepted that.
They still hovered a bit, especially Ivan and Kim, but they did their best not to smother her.
(Oddly enough, Lila started avoiding her, Rose wasn’t sure why, arthritis was also a serious condition, especially in children. But perhaps Lila was trying not to hover in her own way.)
Marinette also still made things for Rose, which Rose didn’t mind so much, Marinette had two reactions to stressful situations, hyper-obsessed (where she would make a bunch of things related to an interest or person) and intense problem solving.
Rose was relieved that Marinette wasn’t trying to play amateur doctor, but the gifts were getting a bit much.
So Rose was going to be firm when Marinette showed up at Rose’s home to deliver a new gift. Rose had already had her mother’s slight overreacttion to Rose accidentally cutting herself while cooking, she didn’t need more coddling.
Only, Marinette started talking first.
“Um, Rose? I, uh, got a commission to deliver to you.” Marinette looked embarrassed. “I know it’s probably been a bit much, but I couldn’t turn this commission down and it’s important.”
Rose was baffled, but brought Marinette to her room.
Marinette sat down. “So, this isn’t from me. I was contacted by Ladybug, who wanted me to deliver her to you.”
Rose opened the box, and gasped. A plushie Pigella doll was in the box.
“Ladybug commissioned you for this?” The doll was soft.
“Yes, this isn’t the first time.” Marinette flushed. “Well, it’s the first time she’s had me do the delivery.” Marinette took a deep breath. “She’s had me make other dolls. And then she takes them and does some magic.”
A grey and pink doll suddenly hopped out of Marinette’s book bag.
“She brings them to life, they’re tiny protectors in case Hawkmoth ever discovered the identities of the temporary heroes. I’m... I was Multimouse, when Kwamibuster attacked. I goofed at the end, revealing who I was, so Ladybug had me make Minimouse, just in case something happens, like Hawkmoth finding me, Minimouse can duplicate herself and go running for help.”
The Minimouse demonstrated her ability to duplicate herself.
The Pigella doll gently brushed Rose’s face.
“I don’t know exactly what your doll’s power is, but it’s always related to the hero power. It’s not as strong, according to Ladybug, but it’s meant for your protection.” Marinette flushed. “Not that you need protection!”
Rose giggled as Marinette got flustered. Minimouse patting Marinette’s knee.
“Thank you, Marinette. I understand.” Rose got it. Pigella’s power had been a gift of hope. While Rose was an optimist, she also had her days of wanting her problem to go away.
So if this doll had a similar ability... she would help Rose through those bad days.
A tiny voice whispered, and Rose almost dropped the doll.
“Ah, I should mention that the dolls are bonded to their models. Something about the magic. Ladybug wasn’t clear on that. The stronger the bond, the easier it is to understand them.” Marinette added. She was smiling. “Ladybug didn’t warn me about what she did to Minimouse, so I got the shock of my life when my doll duplicated herself and started whispering to me to go to bed.”
Rose giggled, gently hugging the doll. “I was going to refuse anymore gifts outside of my birthday and special occasions, but I can’t turn her away.”
“I’m glad, and I will restrict myself to personal gifts on those days unless you’re part of a group. I just felt like I had to do something ... and I technically did promise you pillows to sit on when I ran for class President.” Marinette smiled. “What are you going to name her?”
“Um ... Piglette.” Rose offered, and the doll clapped, hugging Rose before looking at Marinette.
So did Minimouse.
Marinette wilted a bit. “Ladybug also wanted me to reveal my secret to you. You are more than welcome to say no to this next bit.” Marinette took a deep breath. “Icansortahealsmallthings.”
Marinette flopped over. “This is so insensitive, Ladybug. Ugh, okay, Superheroes and magic exist, and apparently my mom’s side of the family occasionally gets the power to heal things. I accidentally healed my dad and Chat Noir. I can’t cure anything, let me clarify that right now, but Ladybug got upset that I didn’t immediately offer to try and help.”
Rose blinked. “Ladybug is being rude.” Rose agreed with that assessment. “But what do you mean you can heal?”
Marinette sighed, and took Rose’s bandaged hand. There was a tiny pink glow, and the stinging of the cut vanished.
Rose removed the bandage to reveal the cut was gone.
“It’s only small things, it’s not a miraculous cure, all I could do for you is maybe make your headaches less severe so you had more time to get to the nurse or to a private place to call your parents. Ladybug’s of the opinion that eventually I would be strong enough to cure you, but I don’t have any actual training right now.” Marinette admitted. “I don’t want to hurt you on accident.”
“It would be nice to have a little more time.” Rose smiled, hugging Marinette (and Rose was amused when the dolls joined in). “I would be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about never having to worry again, but I’m not going to put my pain on you. You do what you can, Marinette, but don’t beat yourself up over what you can’t do.” And Rose would be telling off Ladybug for adding more stress to Marinette.
“Okay ... just ... how about you let me know if you need me? I ... uh... I occasionally try to go after Ladybug and Chat Noir, just in case they need a small heal, but otherwise...” Marinette shrugged.
“Thank you Marinette. And if you see Ladybug before I do, tell her that I love the doll, but it’s not fair for her to demand so much of you when she doesn’t know exactly what’s going on. Just because you have powers doesn’t mean she should push you to out yourself like that if you’re not ready.”
“You’re the best, Rose.” Marinette smiled.
A crunching sound had Rose looking to see the two dolls sharing a cookie.
“Oh, yeah, um, to keep their power levels up, they have to eat. I should really write these things down.” Marinette flushed.
“Ooh, a how to book on caring for magic dolls! Can I help?”
They spent the rest of the visit coming up with a book design.
So ... I am a live in caregiver for someone who has a chronic illness. Some of Rose’s thoughts are things they have said that stuck with me.
I wasn’t going to add much of anything from season 4, but guilt trip came and hit me where I live.
I debated naming the doll Porcelete
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